Letras
Well, that suit never fit you anyway
Especially not on a hot summer day
By this graveside
A cold breeze in my hand
There's a million thoughts running through my head
You look in my eye like a book that you read
On the nightstand
Just an arm's reach away
There's dust on your jacket
And dirt on your boots
We all walk around with nothing to lose
But it all ends the same
Just between me and you and a gravestone
Where does a grave go
Anyway
Had a picture of what we thought it'd be
I can close my eyes and clearly see
All the memories
That we never made
There's dust on your jacket
And dirt on your boots
We all walk around with nothing to lose
But it all ends the same
Just between me and you and a gravestone
Where does a grave go
Anyway
The world keeps spinning
Around and around
The moon comes up and the sun goes down
But we're all just a breath barely making a sound
Through the lips
Divine kiss
Well, that suit never fit you anyway
Especially not on a hot summer day by this graveside
A cold breeze in my hand.